Chapter One: The new professor
The first day speech at Hogwarts began perfectly normal by Harry Potter's standards, which is to say, nothing exploded, broke or hurt - thank you for that Quirrellmort you bumbling idiot, however throughout the feast, Harry couldn't help like something huge was about to happen. Perhaps it was the grimace on Dumbledore's face, or the look of utter delight on McGonagall's, however, Harry couldn't help the ticking sensation at the back of his brain that told him there was about to be a huge power shift.
And he was right.
It wasn't exactly unusual to see a new teacher at the start of the year, what with the so called 'cursed DADA professor' position, however it was rare to see more than one. There were two women sat at the head table this year, two women that were complete opposites. The first one was pale, old and looked too much like a toad to be normal, the second was tan and young with dark hair half up in a plaited crown and dark eyes that were warm and kind. The first one wore a ridiculous shade of pink that made every part of fashion sense he'd ever had, curl up and die, withering in the back of his mind the other wore black trousers, and a white shirt, agent style. And finally, the first one was called Delores Umbridge the second he didn't know.
Finally, Dumbledore clinked his glass the hall settling down, even the most pompous students knew when Dumbledore talked, you shut up. He took his place at the wax covered podium that should really be declared a health hazard by now rom the sheer amount of wax on it. "Welcome back to another year at Hogwarts. Now, we have two changes in staffing this year. We're pleased to welcome back Professor Grubbly-Plank who'll be taking Care of Magical Creatures while Professor Hagrid is on temporary leave." The school clapped loudly, and much to Harry's dismay Slytherin were clapping louder than the rest." We also wish to welcome our new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher Madame Tessa Morningstar, who works for both the Spanish Ministry of Magic and the ICW" the new professor waved as the hall erupted into half hearted claps, led by the first years who hadn't had to endure previous years teachers. "And I'm sure you'll all join me in wishing the professor good luck, as well as Delores Umbridge who has dutifully agreed to take on the role of High Inquisitor here at Hogwarts." There was a small confused round of applause, the school being clueless to the position "Now, as usual, our caretaker, Mr. Filch, has asked me to remind you-"
"Ahemm" A large obnoxious cough sounded out around the hall as Umbridge stood, interrupting Dumbledore. "Thank you, headmaster, for those kind words of welcome. And how lovely to see all your bright happy faces smiling up at me. I'm sure we're all going to be very good friends."
Morningstar coughed into her goblet loudly. Umbridge coughed again before continued frowning at the new professor.
"The Ministry of Magic has always considered the education of young witches and wizards to be of vital importance. Although each headmaster has brought something new to this historic school progress for the sake of progress must be discouraged. Let us preserve what must be preserved perfect what can be perfectedand prune practices that ought to be prohibited."
"Thank you, Professor Umbridge. For those...inspiring words, however if I may overstep my boundary's do you truly expect a group of children to follow your ministry without question? I suppose I should be thankful there are no cliffs around here for you to tell them to jump off." Professor Morningstar interrupted, Harry noticed the slight lisp on her words the way she stressed her vowels and rolled her r's slightly. Clearly used to speaking another language.
"Of course...Professor Morningstar is clearly not from this country, and as such, is not in any fit position to teach." It was obvious Umbridge looked down upon the new teacher.
"Ahh, Xenophobic as well, I assure you, the International Confederation of Wizards does not support domination of young minds any time of the day, week or el año."
"And continuing from earlier... Mr Filch has requested that..." Dumbledore interrupted trying to settle the two down before something got broken- most likely Umbridge.
"That's Umbridge, she was at my trial"
"I'm not surprised by the sounds of it, the ministry is interfering at Hogwarts." Hermione added, "I mean did you hear what she said during her speech?"
"Mrgh murff. saedly" Ron said glaring.
"Honestly, Ron, you should not shovel food into your mouth so quickly."
"Watch it Granger!"
"What is going on with you two?" Harry asked, annoyed, first Malfoy threatening him on the train, and now Ron had been in a sour mood all day, using any opportunity to pick on Slytherin students with his new Prefect Status, Harry didn't even know what Ron had done to deserve the badge, after all, ever since the first challenge of the Triwizard Tournament, he's been distant and rude towards them. Evidence: Look at what happened last year with Victor Krum. "You've been acting like enemies since you came back from that bloody Prefects meeting."
"I'll tell you what's wrong, I found Ron threatening younger Slytherin's with detentions unless they handed over their money and food to him!" The Weasley twins who had happened to over hear, started berating Ron, until he moved to sit at the end of the table.
Both Hermione and Harry let out a sigh of relief.
"Wait, I thought he was your best friend"
"No, I thought he was your friend, I mean, do you not remember the disasters that were the past two years."
"I guess neither of us liked him then." Harry shrugged and continued his meal, finally happy to be free of Ron stealing his food, Hermione took the hint and did the same.
Later that night in the Griffindor Common room, Ron was still avoiding the newly dubbed Golden duo. Tension was running high with the entire house refusing to look at him, let alone talk. Harry had suffered isolation for years at the hands of the Dursleys, and yet some how that hurtles than being ignored or mocked by his peers, and so it was in a solemn mood that Harry, first from his year, headed towards their dorm room. Mind busy with processing what had happened during the day, after the feast, Dumbledore, and Professors Morningstar and McGonagall had left the hall for a good half an hour, when they came back, Dumbledore was frowning, McGonagall was smiling Professor Morningstar smirking on the verge of out right laughing, it appeared Professor Morningstar had done something, to annoy the Headmaster.
Harry was pretty sure Professor Morningstar was his new favourite teacher- sorry Moony.
Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft and Wizardry and former liaison for the ICW wasn't sure what to do, ever since the Wizarding World Council had discovered that Britain was not only placing innocent people in Azkaban without Trial, but had also hid the rise of a second dark lord and tampered with the custody of one of it's highly esteemed- now crazy- member's son, he had lost half of his power domain and was now under severe questioning from both the ICW and their enforcers the Wizarding Intelligence Criminal Counteraction Association or WICCA.
His plans were slowly crumbling to dust as the year started, over the summer, he'd been practically destroyed by WICCA's investigation, and now they were forcing a teacher upon him, a teacher that could potentially remove Dumbledore's grip on the Boy Who Lived.
Fan beeping tastic.
Of course, Dumbledore still had several moves left, the new ministry toad Umbridge could prove useful, if the right buttons were pushed, he could potentially get the new professor as well as several of his more popular teachers removed, Flitwick was already proving to be a problem, having separated Ron Weasley from the golden duo, it was noticed that Harry's grade had shot up significantly, and other teachers had already planned to separate the two. Everything was falling to pieces.
Harry, had his plan worked, would have died killing Voldemort, then Dumbledore would sweep in claim his role as Harry's mentor and become eternally famous as well as seizing the Potter's Fortune and Seat as a lower member of the ICW council.
The Order of the Phoenix was built full of brilliant, brave people. Brave people who would never question his actions. And when one did, well that was when Prophecy's had to made after all, it was for the Greater Good, the dream of a world without wars or fighting, a world that he ran, where Pureblood's reined supreme.
A world he ruled.
First chapter done- phew!
1,517 words, yay, since it's the summer holidays I plan to update this as frequently as possible, however this did take two days to write, so not too close together. Thx to anyone who took the time to read both this and the note,
RedRobinTd3
P.S this will be both a Ron Weasley and Dumbledore bashing, I can't really say much else as I myself have no idea where this story is going.